Daughter of Mercury

I am a Gemini.

There’s no denying it, and in fact – I celebrate it, in true Gemini fashion.  I bounce back and forth between ideas, choices, likes/dislikes, never really sure that I want to settle on just one.

I can see things from both sides of the looking glass. (Something my mother pushed “See things from their point of view, not just your own”)  Well, I didn’t ever have to look very hard, because there I was, looking back from the other side, waving at myself.

This can make decision-making very difficult.

If not downright impossible.

Gemini, the astrological sign, is the sign of the twins, Castor and Pollux, from ancient mythology.  It is ruled by the planet Mercury, the winged messenger of the gods of ancient Olympus. 

And it is an Air sign.  Hence, part of the title of this, my home blog. 

Geminis are known for their “mercurial” nature, a quick-wittedness and ability to communicate well with others. We are also known to change our minds quite frequently.

Sometimes, people think we’re just plain flighty

Sometimes, it’s true.

We’re also known for being intellectuals, with a large imagination and a finely-tuned sense of humor. 

And, yes, we’re known for our mood-swings. 

 Next one?  6 minutes.  Buckle Up.

I am a Gemini.

And while there are days when I come off as being a totally sarcastic hardcase who can take it as well as dish it out…

There are other days when I’m a bowl of mush, easily upset, and taking off-hand comments totally to heart. 

I am both sides of the coin – light and dark – happy and sad – easy going and tough as nails. 

And there are times that certain people in my life forget that I’m not just the “hardcase”, that I’m also a sentimental, optimistic, and empathetic person.  I have feelings, and it can be quite easy to tromp on them, without thinking too hard. 

That happened this week.  And while I can forgive the unintentional slight, I can’t forget the fact that the person who made the comment that hurt me, really hasn’t bothered to get to know me at all.  He doesn’t seem to care about my interests, my life, my hobbies, nor does he seem to want to be a part of it, or have me be a real part of his.

I am a Gemini.

Which means that like every other decision in my life, this one hasn’t been easy.  This person is someone that I met shortly after my divorce was finalized, and he made me feel good about myself again, attractive, fun, funny. 

But it seems it was all just on the surface.  And I’m more than that.  I deserve more than that.  And so, in true Gemini fashion – I looked at it from the other side of the fence.

And decided to keep walking.

Moving on…..


No Bull!

Ok, so according to Gawker, the zodiac signs have all been screwed up for a long time, and we need to go back to what the Babylonians originally intended.

This means that I’m no longer a Gemini, but according to them, I’m a Taurus.

*laughing hysterically*


Whoever it was that thunk this clunker up?

Y’all can bite me.

I’m sticking with being a Gemini.

Next, they’ll be telling me that Pluto’s not a planet…

wait, WTF?  Nah.  Seriously, folks.  Let’s just stop with all the fiddling around with crap.

And let us be who we are.

I’ll just be over here with my twin.  Which one is the evil twin, you ask?  Guess.

*Regan – I sorry!  Hope the mice made up for the scare!*